Isn’t it 10 minutes too early when they’ve not finished yet, but you are obliged as a mother and responsible adult to stop them in their tracks?

Like when I found my 5 year old (some time ago) on the roof of the house, convinced him calmly to come down and then he threw a tantrum because I wouldn’t let him go back up to collect his favourite stones. It would have been much better if I’d found him 5 minutes later when he was on the way down of his own accord. Then we could have had a calm exchange around the issues of safety and roofs.

I think I have moments like that, but I’m never too sure. As a mother I know that when it gets very quiet, I should probably start paying attention.(All the times D disappears and then reappears 10 mins later saying “hi mum”)

I’m sure there’s some wise thing about perceptions of reality and being reality…if we all think it’s the Heysen Tunnel, then it is the Heysen Tunnel. Although of course now we all know that we all know that it isn’t.

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